Post by Artichoke on Mar 28, 2006 15:54:58 GMT -5
Soft white turned from grey to blackened as th' coldly bitter weather changed it's usual course for th' day and night, little clear droplets fell silently, only a small thud emitted as it crashed with th' soft earth, aiding in places where it was churned up so far that one could not walk there without risking their life. Muddy green vines curled thier way round th' dark overgrowth and strong bark, suddenly without notice whipping out and slashing the air as if searching for somthing to hit and destroy forever with thie relentless power they held. Pearly white fur covered th' bodice of th' dark lord, normally hanging high it'was sunken and heavy will they weight of the cold fluid that had fallen into it, though not reaching to 'is skin as most would've thought, 'e was blessed with a waterproof layer.
Whipcord banner lashed against th' brutes nape, cutting fairly deep into 'is soft skin, th' hard rain washing away before it could mark 'im properly and ruin 'is pure yet deadly colour of white, many had called 'im the colour of death when they realised that though 'e was not of the general colour of a dark, 'e was more true to 'is name than most were. Deathly cry erupted from deep inside 'is chest as 'e thrashed round 'is bodice, dial held high to th' heavens as 'e finished 'is call to all th' 'quines who dare venture close to where 'e was claiming. Pistons thundered back and forth in a steady canter below'is large bodice, as 'e transferred 'is weight to 'is hind pillars 'e reared and gave out a shrill cry, As dark lord, I Artichoke claim this land, if anyone wishes to fight me for it they may. 'e whickered loudly, lowering 'imself back to th' earth 'e glanced to th' distance, somehow distracted 'e seemed to talk to something, Dear mother, how am I to find my mate and true friend, how am I to rule this land without your guidance, I know I am mature and by myself now, but I so wish for your company, even though not for my fathers. 'e mumbled to 'imself.
ooc: Description to come later....
Whipcord banner lashed against th' brutes nape, cutting fairly deep into 'is soft skin, th' hard rain washing away before it could mark 'im properly and ruin 'is pure yet deadly colour of white, many had called 'im the colour of death when they realised that though 'e was not of the general colour of a dark, 'e was more true to 'is name than most were. Deathly cry erupted from deep inside 'is chest as 'e thrashed round 'is bodice, dial held high to th' heavens as 'e finished 'is call to all th' 'quines who dare venture close to where 'e was claiming. Pistons thundered back and forth in a steady canter below'is large bodice, as 'e transferred 'is weight to 'is hind pillars 'e reared and gave out a shrill cry, As dark lord, I Artichoke claim this land, if anyone wishes to fight me for it they may. 'e whickered loudly, lowering 'imself back to th' earth 'e glanced to th' distance, somehow distracted 'e seemed to talk to something, Dear mother, how am I to find my mate and true friend, how am I to rule this land without your guidance, I know I am mature and by myself now, but I so wish for your company, even though not for my fathers. 'e mumbled to 'imself.
ooc: Description to come later....
